"air war"

Blue bloom is on the

Gold pinnacled hair.

A jumping rose on satiny breasts of satin,

Rose of Castille.

When love absorbs. War! War! The tympanum.

A sail! A veil awave upon the waves.

When first he saw. Alice!

A moonlight nightcall: far: far.

I feel so sad. P. S. So lonely blooming.

extracts from Ulysses by James Joyce